The venerable Buddhist teacher, Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche once offered that art was the ability of the mind to relate gracefully with all that is before us; to see reflected within oneself the glorious masterpiece of this earth.

In this way, all of life is ‘art.’

Whether falling leaves or the scent of rain, everything is sacred. And, sacred in the sense that there is a divine grace within our connection; an unspoken gratitude which so effortlessly fills the ‘space between.’

My darlings, nothing is ever outside of our practice, because everything is our practice.

All that we are, or have ever dared to be; every thought, every hope, every soulful dream – is a fearless expression of our heart’s liberation. Unbiased, and without regret.

“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.” – Dejan Stojanovic

To see ourselves within a single drop of rain, my darlings, this is what it means for our hearts to finally be heard.

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